We Are The Dead
David Bowie
Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you
Wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today
It hit me today
We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply
You've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard
Taking it hard, yet, now
We feel that we are paper
Choking on you nightly
They tell me: Son, we want you
Be elusive, but don't walk far (we are the dead)
For we're breaking in the new boys
Deceive your next of kin (we are the dead)
For you're dancing where the dogs decay
Defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher (we are the dead)
Locator for the virgin King
But I love you in your fuck-me pumps (we are the dead)
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one (we are the dead)
For I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen
Because of all we've said
We are the dead
One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right
Knowing it's right
Now I'm hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care
Someone will care
But now
We're today's scrambled creatures
Locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow
Its silence competes with hell (we are the dead)
It's a twenty-four hour service
Guaranteed to make you tell (we are the dead)
And the streets are full of pressmen
Bent on getting hung and buried (we are the dead)
And the legendary curtains
Are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping (we are the dead)
It's the theatre of financiers
Count them, fifteen 'round a table
White and dressed to kill (we are the dead)
Oh, caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh, dress yourself my urchin one
For I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen
Because of all we've said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead